In my room where i lay at, where i lay at
she sits next to me in gloom
she tells me she killed teddy
and i would listen, i would listen
is she were real, and if she could feel
i would stab her, i would stab her


Oh, will she ever wake up from her dirt nap
its so lonely up here by myself
When she died i buried her in a glass
box, i dig her up every once in while
Shes still pretty to this day


All my friends would come over
we would dress our best
for our tea party funeral
tonight would never end
until, until she came up
to join us and to kill all my friends


Oh, will she ever wake up from her dirt nap
its so lonely up here by myself
When she died i buried her in a glass
box, i dig her up every once in while
Shes still pretty to this day